Boys will be boys. Hallelujah!

Just because you can does not mean you should.

Yet.

Here we are.

Time stands still and yet it morphs into the dead end of agreements and disagreements and “Call me.”….. when you change your mind…in the polite sphere of he said and she said.

In and of itself is a rather ridiculous notion mixed into the portion of all things,

Inclusion.

Forget about diversity and equity because that is being challenged. Now. Frankly, now, we do not know what to do with ourselves. If one thing is for certain, for certain, we peeps who like to “transition” into things un-God-like, still spout and spew, cuz hey, round these parts we use the freedom of speech “thing” to get what we want. Or think we want, in order to get what you have. Because I want what you want, except I have been conditioned otherwise….to change me in the process of getting what you have. Take a breath. Mind boggling.

It is exhausting. But, not to be undone by the way that it was, and the way we are trying desperately to change the way that it is, we continue, to spout. Mis-truths, Mis-giving, and worse of all the true meaning of “Miss”, “Mrs.” “Mz.” And most of all “Mr.”

In an ongoing reality check, we knew we lost long ago. Yes. We did. What saved us? Free speech. Then again, we spouted rhetoric in the interest of gender re-assignment, and we became ambivalent. What saved us? The current atmosphere which promoted the “stay the course” of what ever it is we think we need to be.

Huh?

Yes.

Bull. Crap.

Fair to say. We didn’t see it in the moment. Why? Santa Claus came to the rescue at the end of the year and for some at the end of the rope of trying to pretend all was good when all was not. The Santa Clauses and their Mrs.’s told us we could have anything we wanted. They ran with it—our ignorance and belief in all things deliverance?

God. No.

God Only Knows. And boy oh boy. (Yes. Boy oh boy) Is God patient with our misperceptions, our faults, failings, and most of all our lies.

In the meantime what do we do? Pretend boys can be girls and girls can be boys.

Ugh.

We are there. The most important question is.

What are you going to do about your personally held belief in the differences and difference.

Cartoons, are not real. Well. SpongeBob, maybe. One can never really argue against the knowledge and integrity of a talking sponge. He has been there done and done that and is willing to share his knowledge of all soggy things under the sea. Most important he does so with an inclusive mentality of we are all in this together.

Too bad we laugh at his innocence.

Shame on us.

Shame on us as we fat shame, skinny shame, short shame, tall shame, ugly shame, beauty shame, old shame, young shame, wrinkle shame, botox shame, scruffy shame, smooth shame, worst of all culture shame. We are at our worst when we do not want to understand.

When we do not want to understand.

When we do not want to understand is when we die. Wars prove we can fight. Yes. Simplifying the battle proves we can not nor never do justice to the maimed and scarred and duly departed.

We cannot.

We can only help the suffering over the hill of despair.

And. We should. Post haste. Help the protectors of our freedoms.

Here.

With the way things are going, some have been opportunistic in these endeavors. Let’s just say, they have been spying on our ways for quite some time, mostly because, ironically, they did not want to be where they were.

Weird.

But.

True.

Freedom is a blessed mix of blood, sweat and tears..

Anything else is an opportunistic and communistic blend of wannabes and health pro and portions of bat-like concoctions intent on changing the narrative to separate the men from the boys. The so called ones on the ground ecstatic to be here and en-gage the wise and naive. In order to separate. While the static back home pounds the hammer harder in the brain to bring back the human goods. At whatever the cost.

Changing for the sake of changing makes no difference as does the whatever-it —takes- protocol that included unleashing a viral nemesis onto the world and “seeing what happens.”

Thank God.

Yes. God.

In the midst of the devastation, many strong men were paying attention to the sufferings of men. The cats. Notsomuch. Because in reality men and women fight differently. The women waited in the wings to see who would be there for their man. Then pounced. Freedom for those who did not come from the hard won battles of men before them, start to show their true colors, especially in the over seas of the international waters. Blink. And you are caught into their web and seaweed concoctions.

Why?

When you know, please email me. Until then. Blink and you may give your life away, In an instant. With freedom comes fairness and that is the nemesis of an invitee. A person who is invited here. One who takes it to the next level may be called a polyamorous person.

No lie. It presents challenges. The “rub” lies in the motivations and intentions of the ethically challenged. Until then, the borders will rightfully tighten up, and life will return to a me first and then you can come mentality based upon the founding fathers and their motivations and intentions. Salute. Here. We do that.

Make no mistake. (RL). It requires a level of commitment, significant effort, but most of all commitment, trust and negotiation to bring the final product to the floor. Hierarchies exist to muck up the equilibrium even amongst the same colors of life and duty.

Needing and wanting to feel on the same and equal level of our fellow man is the beauty of the decision of a lady justice and her balancing act of balancing the scales of justice. Good and honest men see to it that this will be done.

Time will tell.

It always does.

And.

It always will.